Letter 70

Dear You,

Tonight I made us all dinner. I don’t think I’ve felt this happy in what feels like forever. You got your hair cut, and my heart skipped a beat. I wanted to sneak away upstairs just to taste you momentarily. You said it wasn’t right, and I grudgingly agreed. But you still kissed me, times 3. I know one day we will be we, again. I can feel it in my bones, the universe told me so.

Love, me